Private Post ⇒ recluserose, spellbent

[recluserose]

[It was another night in the town of Blackgale, with no moon in sight to set the dark sky aglow amid the blanket of stars. The lack of moonlight, however, was not stopping the local (and only) witch, Amelia Steinbeck, from doing a much needed patrol for this particular night. After all, when a demon from the darkest realm from who knows where comes to ones doorstep with the intention of murder, there's probably others lurking around.

That wasn't going to do, not at all.


Of course, she had to be at school soon for an early morning meeting... But hey, it's high school and she was always on time no matter what, thanks to magic. And thus, Amelia began to wander around in the streets, with a green flame flickering in one hand-- only visible to her, other magic users, and a magnet for more demons.

Come at her bros.]

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[spellbent]

I did, thank you.

[ he indicates where the coffee is brewing with a nod of his head ] May I?

[recluserose]

Help yourself. I did brew more than usual. [She gathers up the newspapers into a neat pile]

[spellbent]

[ He finds himself a cup and pours himself some coffee, then. He takes it black. Like his soul. He takes a seat across from her ]

So, is it just cats are can all the animals in this world speak?

[recluserose]

It's just this area. The cats tell me that there used to be another magic user who lived here before me who taught all of their ancestors to speak in the human tongue so he could employ them and use them as his spies. He passed away, but what they learned was passed on.

We can train animals to be just as smart as we are if we take up a companion, but it's not as common anymore. Psychics prefer animal companionship.

[spellbent]

Interesting idea.

So they just hang around here and chat with you?

[recluserose]

Mm hm. Well, they do me some favors and I return the favor by lending them my ear. They're very chatty as you can imagine.

[spellbent]

I guess so, since you're the only one they can talk to.

This place is full of surprises, it seems.

[recluserose]

Magic tends to attract the weirdos.

[spellbent]

You're preaching to the choir, I'm afraid.

[recluserose]

That aside, do you have any specific plans or are you going to get to know the town yourself?

[spellbent]

I think I'll just show myself around. Is there anyone or any thing I should avoid?

[recluserose]

[Shakes her head]

No, the townspeople are friendly enough. They an outsider when they see one, but they like visitors.

So nothing to worry about unless I have an unexpected witch or wizard come visit me. If there's one thing annoying about being part of the magic commune, it's making sure they know about each and everyone of us.

Needless to say, you may be prodded at.

[spellbent]

I'll bear that in mind.

[ He glances at his watch ] What time do you need to be at work?

[recluserose]

I'm taking the day off. I called in a substitute and had a lesson plan all prepared.

[Takes another gulp of coffee] I'm working on enchanting some items for a friend and I need to do some maintenance on the barriers for my house.

After what the demon from your world did, I'm going to have to go the tedious route and extend said barrier to my garden.

[spellbent]

My apologies. Granted, I didn't expect him to set your tree on fire.

[recluserose]

Do all demons from your world do that? Use this 'hellfire' I mean.

[spellbent]

Only some of the more powerful ones. Hellfire isn't something just anybody gets to toss around.

[recluserose]

Hm. Any other properties I should know about?

[spellbent]

It cuts through most magical defenses like a hot knife through butter. And if you get caught, "stop, drop and roll" won't do you any good. You get to spend the rest of your short like kicking and screaming.

[recluserose]

Lovely.

[She summons a green flame of her magic so it can swirl idly in her hands] Still, I hurt it and it didn't react well to my abilities.

[spellbent]

I don't think it's used to your type of magic, for one. I get the feeling you're a lot more powerful than I've even seen, also.

[recluserose]

In this world, while we don't specialize like you would, there are clear limits to one's inner magic reserves. Some users won't have enough magic or skill in themselves to envision what they want to summon or cast. It makes doing the impossible, well frankly less possible. You can imagine fixing your burnt garden and cast your magic on it, but you may have just taken out all the flowers instead of actually restoring them.

But, you're correct about me. You've heard my title, 'Emerald Witch.' A witch or wizard with a title is usually one with substantial abilities or they've contributed to the magic commune in some meaningful way. Very rarely is a title given out.

[spellbent]

Should I ask for your autograph?

[ he gives her a lopsided smile, and gets to his feet ]

In any case, I'm confident in your ability to handle yourself. I'm going to take a look around and see what I can do about some clothes. I won't be more than a couple of hours.

((ooc; derp did you want to maybe timeskip over Warren's explorations/shopping spree and start a new thread?))

[recluserose]

[She rolls her eyes]

Take care then. I'll be keeping myself busy.

[ooc: New thread with timeskip sounds good to me! He can come back to the house to see Amelia install enchanted garden gnomes and the talking cats will reappear|D]